Stories tagged with "mop"
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On the bridge

The tableau on the bridge was….interesting. Johnson smiling oddly with blood oozing from one ear, a pool of gelatinous slim…
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Hello, Dali

As the intercom cut off, the ship seemed to shudder, knocking the mop out of my hands. I watched in growing horror as it righ…
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Why Not To Be in an Airlock

“What? Hey! Open the airlock! Hello?”
“Sorry buddy, no can do.”
“Why the hell not?”
“It got me. Now it’s in charge.”
“Wha…
